Hello, thank you for the reviews on the last story, and I'm so sorry for the lack of updates but things have been pretty hectic, anyways onto the story. I thought this stroy would be appropriate seen as how everyone has gone back to school now, as have House and Cuddy.

Enjoy!

Chapter 7- Reunion

November 1985- University of Michigan

Lisa Cuddy, first year Med student, was sitting at a table in the University library reading over her notes. Suddenly a backpack came slamming down next to her.

"AARGH!" Cuddy yelped. She looked up trying to catch her breath, and came face to face with the cocky, arrogant legendary Gregory House. Not that she knew that. He was smirking at her, as he plonked himself down next to her.

"Sorry about that." He said, not sounding at all apologetic.

"Whatever, just let me do my work." She said, returning to her book and highlighting more notes.

House, took out a book and began reading it. But he kept sneaking glances at Cuddy now and then.

Concentrating on her work, Cuddy jumped for the second time in five minutes, when House waved a bag under her nose. "Want a candy?" He whispered.

"NO thanks." She said through clenched teeth. "Can you please be quiet I'm trying to work here."

He just smirked and nosily unwrapped one devouring it in about ten seconds. After another five minutes of that Cuddy couldn't take it anymore.

"That's it." Cuddy stood up and went to the front desk where the head student librarian was.

"Can you tell that student to be quiet? Please, I came here to study."

"I'm afraid not." The student said. "He's …special so he's allowed to be noisy. He says it helps him."

Cuddy looked on incredulously. In a daze she wandered back to her table, and tried her best to block out House.

But it wasn't easy when he began singing softly under his breath. "Get you motor runnin', head out on the highway, looking for adventure, and whatever comes our way."

"Will you please stop that." Cuddy growled loudly.

"Hey young lady be quiet." Another librarian said. Cuddy stared open-mouthed as House chuckled.

Half an hour later, House stood up to leave finally deciding he had tortured this student enough, she had held up surprisingly well. He had continued singing, then tapped his pens on the desk as a way of air-drumming, then he kept kicking her chair. Then he kept getting up and getting books, and somehow turning the pages extremely loudly. Then finally he kept checking out the girls in the library, making snide comments about them right in Cuddy's ear. "Hey think she'll sleep with me- Oh wait, she already has. My bad.""Now that's my kinda girl.""Oh hey check her out, think she'll join us tonight?"

Silently she was fuming, but she just knew he was testing her. So she kept quiet and just tried her best to ignore him.

"Well it's time for me to be off. We should do this again sometime." House said grabbing his backpack. "Hurry home, so you can take a cold shower, I know you need one after sitting next to me." He whispered winking at her.

That was definitely it.

As House reached the door, he was slammed against it.

"You are pathetic, sexiest man and seeing you again in this lifetime would be too soon. But if you do I'll take that stupid backpack you're dragging around and shove it right up your ass to shut you up." She said loudly.

All around the library students were whistling and shouting out comments 'slammed' and 'good going girl'. But House didn't hear anything, he was totally speechless, all he could think was:

"Who is this girl?"

No one had ever called him on his crap before, most people walked off knowing they couldn't match his sarcasm and wit, no one had ever said something like that to him, no one would have dared. Until now. He didn't hate this girl, he wasn't embarrassed.

He was smitten. Plain and simple.

She walked away and in a daze, House walked out and went back to his room.

"Lisa." Another student said. "Don't you know who that was?"

"Jerk of the century."

"That was Gregory House."

"The Medical legend?"

"Yep, the one and only."

"But he's such a bastard."

"I know. Everyone knows."

Cuddy sat back in shock, as she realised what she had just done.

HHHHHHHHHH

13th May 2006

"Hey Cuddles, check it out." House said waving a pamphlet at her.

"What now House?"

"There having a reunion at Michigan U, and you've been invited." House called across the Lobby as he wandered to the elevators. "Oh Uni memories." House mused staring up at the ceiling. "Hey, remember that time we had sex in the lecture hall? Oh good times."

Cuddy stared at after in him in slight shock as the elevators door finally closed. That was when Cuddy realised what he actually said. A reunion back at Michigan U. After storming upstairs she burst into House's office, to discover how he found out this information.

"You stole my mail!" She cried, snatching it from him.

"Hey, paper cuts!" House whined holding up an offended finger.

"You stole my mail." Cuddy accused again.

"Guilty as charged, so what's my punishment?" House asked coyly.

Cuddy suddenly grinned. "You can come with me." She said boldly. House's cocky grin suddenly slipped from his face and his eyes widened.

"What!?" He barked. "No, I didn't actually mean that."

"Too late, you're coming."

"NO!"

"Yes."

"I don't want to." House whined.

"I'll let you have two weeks off clinic duty." Cuddy sighed.

"Alright." He agreed instantly. Cuddy rolled her eyes as she strode from the office, not missing the fact that House was staring after her right at her ass.

HHHHHHHHHH

18th June 2006- University of Michigan

"Well, here we are." Cuddy said as she led a reluctant House through the big, massive hall to where the reunion was being held. House barely noticed the decorations or the rest of the people, as he couldn't keep his eyes off Cuddy. She had chosen a very sexy and arousing outfit, blood red halter neck dress, clearly wearing no underwear. Her hair was twirled up in a bun, and on her feet were red sandals. She looked gorgeous and House had trouble keeping his hands from dragging her away.

"Lisa Cuddy?" Someone came up to them, someone House didn't even recognise. As Cuddy began conversing with an old classmate, House stared around the hall and began counting how many of the girls he had nailed. He was actually kinda glad of the fact that he had tested the blessed Ketamine treatment, now he did look much like he had at Uni.

As Cuddy began walking around chatting to loads of people, she soon became the sexy siren of every man there, House noticed and he felt a flare of jealousy in him. He had come with Lisa, no one else. She was his. Damn, House and his possessiveness.

"Greg House?" Someone called. House turned slowly and quickly recognised the voice as his Lacrosse teammate, Harry Dalton.

"Harry, hey. How's life treating you?" House asked as he quietly looked the man over and tried to guess how much he was gonna lie about.

"Oh great, gotta fantastic wife, three wonderful kids-"

"And a mistress." House interrupted.

"What?"

"You say wife, your ring-less finger says you wanna cheat tonight." House explained before turning on his heel.

And Harry was left recalling why exactly everyone had hated House, 'the smug, all-knowing bastard' Harry groused to himself

A couple of hours later, and House had just talked to what seemed the millionth blonde, buxom bimbo who he didn't truly remember, and who was bitching to House about how he had cruelly had a one night stand with and now they wanted an apology.

House drained his drink and stalked out the expansive hall, wanting to be alone suddenly. He had managed to escape the eye of everyone, except Cuddy that is.

HHHHHHHHHH

"What are you doing here?" Cuddy asked, as she sneaked up behind House. He jumped, honestly startled at her appearing by his elbow.

"Christ Cuddy, trying to give me a heart attack?" House groused as he tried to control his breathing.

Cuddy just smirked at him and walked around the table slowly. "So why are you in the Library?"

"Just needed to get away from those pathetic Neanderthals in there." House said jerking his thumb towards the hall.

"I know." Cuddy sighed.

"What do you mean? You're the bell of the ball out there, all those idiots thinking they can finally get THE Lisa Cuddy."

"What do you mean?" Cuddy asked.

"You were too into your studies to really date anyone, so you were the one every man wanted. And some girls." House said, winking at her.

"Unlike you who screwed everything in a skirt." Cuddy said.

"Well a legend like me doesn't have to study. Had to find something else to do with my time." House said with disdain. "Only now they all want to know why I wasn't there in the morning."

Cuddy chuckled, and House was surprised to find his cock responding to the melodic sound.

"Why then?"

"They didn't interest me. I just wanted them for sex, they really didn't think I would want to stay, did they?"

Cuddy shrugged, genuinely not having an answer for him.

"Still there was one I wanted, but never got." House said dangerously. His eyes dark and lustful, Cuddy stared back at the intensity of them, knowing what he was insinuating. Before she could respond though, House was towering above her, her lying down with her back pressed against the cool table. By instinct to find a comfortable position, her legs wandered up and hooked around House's back, pulling him closer.

'No, push him away Lisa.' Cuddy scolded herself. Though she knew her body would disagree and she let her body take control for once, as House leaned down to peruse her neck, daring each other to push the other one. See who would give in first. House thought he might have won when Cuddy let out a small moan as House neared her breasts with his talented mouth.

"Sssh, quiet Lisa. This is the Library." House mocked.

Cuddy narrowed her eyes at him and gave a wicked grin. House frowned, suddenly thinking he was gonna be in trouble.

He let his hand wander down her dress, stroking her breasts, trying to make her lose control even more. "I got a bet to make with you." Cuddy whimpered, trying her best to seem coherent.

"What?" House asked, aroused but intrigued.

"Whoever speaks first, loses. And the loser has to do whatever the winner wants." Cuddy said boldly through the haze of her desire. Struggling to keep control, she smiled wickedly at House, who nodded not quite sure of what would happen.

"Starting now."

House grinned down at her, as he began his passionate assault on her body.

He untied her dress, baring her body to his eyes. "Oh Lisa, this is a dream come true."

"What one of your wet dreams?" Cuddy asked salaciously.

"You little slut." House said though there was no trace of venom there, only wantonness. Cuddy smiled as House let his jaw scrap over her breasts and soft stomach. His teeth biting, leaving marks, he didn't want her to forget.

His talented fingers danced over her body, and she thanked the stars for all his music lessons. His leg was no longer a disability at least not in his mind, his new drug at the moment was Lisa Cuddy, and Cuddy alone. Cuddy was mewling above the wooden table, gasping for more, her wet heat already starting to warm up.

She managed to get her hands moving and unbuttoned House's shirt, letting her hands skim over his warm, brawny chest. She grinned as House felt his own shivers through his body, anything he could do to her, she could do back.

House growled and gripped a nipple in his teeth, biting just enough to make Cuddy squirm and scream, 'just…like…that.' House thought as Cuddy did just as he predicted.

"No…fair." Cuddy managed to gasp out.

"Why this is the game Lisa?"

"Really?"

"Yes, I thought we went over the rules."

"My turn to play then." Cuddy said confidently as she stood up and turned House around, pushing him back against the table. She let her hair brush his chest as she wandered down to his jeans, unbuttoning them and unzipping them with her teeth. Her own body still nude in the Library.

House couldn't believe the sight before him. "Oh Lisa." House whispered, he bit his lip in reverence, desperate not to say another word. He couldn't give in to her, he wouldn't, he shouldn't. But oh how he wanted to, to see that glorious look of victory on her pretty face, it wasn't there often but oh how he wanted to be the one who put it there.

Cuddy smiled as she lowered herself down, till her scratchy tongue flicked out to lick the underside of his cock. House groaned. Cuddy smiled as she licked again, over his dripping head, tasting his desire for her, just for her.

Her fingers danced over him and followed up as her tongue slid down, House didn't know what to think, all his thoughts, blood and heat were heading in one direction. To her! Her hand gripped his balls and her mouth took him in as far as she could, she sucked and House couldn't take it anymore. The sight of her cheeks taught against his cock, the delicious taste of her around him.

She met his eyes and pulled away.

And for once Cuddy won.

"Please…" House whispered. Cuddy grinned a magnificent, victory grin just like House wanted to see and she straddled him quickly, gently plunging above him, continued with her talents on his length, till he burst into her mouth, full of man and House.

"Well, did I just hear Greg House beg?" Cuddy said cheekily. "I guess that means I win."

"I guess so." House agreed with disdain, dragging her up to his mouth, kissing her fiercely again.

"Fuck me Greg." She whispered against his mouth. House knew Cuddy was still on the edge, waiting to be relieved. And of course, who was he not to oblige. His shaft was already hard again, as he slipped easily over her wet heat, before she moaned in pleasure, of him filling her in a way she didn't know possible. He was reaching places deep inside her, no man ever had. She smiled as he cupped her face to tenderly kiss her.

"Ride me Lisa." He ordered. Cuddy gave a wicked grin and did so, after all she was a good girl who did as she was told. House's hands roaming over her bare body, his mouth on her neck and his moans of pleasure, helped Cuddy reach the climax, groaning as she finally felt her inner muscles clamp around him, making him hers.

She collapsed on top of him panting against his neck.

"So…" House sighed, waiting for his own breath to return. "What are you gonna do…with your winnings?" He asked.

"Oh I've got ideas. But I'm gonna wait till we get home." Cuddy said against his ear. Her voice purring throughout his body.

"Really?" House asked, smiling broadly.

Cuddy didn't answer instead leaving House to his thoughts, about what might await for them back home and the possibilities of them finally doing something about their numerous years of foreplay.

"Say, is there gonna be a 30 year reunion?" House asked with a raised eyebrow and a cunning grin.